Lord Voldemort stood before him, blood red eyes narrowed with hate. His fingers, pale and thin in the moonlight, raised a bone-white wand. "Imperio!" He cried out, wand aimed at Harry's head.

Harry desperately tried to flip over, to dodge the sickly blue light speeding towards him. But he had only managed to fall into a slight crouch when it slammed into his chest.

Instantly, Harry felt the spell take hold. He was drifting in that peaceful trance, the world growing out of focus. Words slipped around him, telling him what to do.

Bow to death, Harry. Bow to death.

Harry focused, thinking back to the time with Moody in the classroom. He gathered up his will, preparing to throw it dead onto the spell.

Bow to death.

Harry paused, listening to the words.

Then he grinned and let the Imperio take over his body.

Lord Voldemort watched as Harry grew still after being hit, his movements sluggish and then gone. He raised a single eyebrow. Barty Crouch Jr. had told him the brat could throw off the curse… maybe he was mistaken…

The Death Eaters jeered and laughed at the boy who was staring at the ground, eyes closed. But Harry wasn't moving to bow. Maybe he was throwing it off? Voldemort supposed since he was much more powerful, it would take the brat longer to fight. He readied his wand, eyes flicking around to make sure he didn't miss anything.

But he could not mistake the deep, rambunctious laughter that exploded out from the Potter boy.

Harry collapsed on the cold dirt of the graveyard, tears spilling from his eyes. His chest pounded with laughter and his hands were shaking. His face nearly split open with how much he was laughing, everyone of his teeth shining.

Voldemort did not understand what was going on. He stared at the boy who was only just beginning to recover.

"Bow to death, Voldemort?" Harry choked in laughter. "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

Voldemort didn't have words to say. He looked around, but his Death Eaters were just as confused as him. He opened his mouth to speak, to curse the brat into oblivion for daring to laugh at him when Potter spoke again.

"Well, gosh golly, I wonder if there was any death to be had around here?" Harry pushed himself up to his feet, shoulders still heaving with laughter. He mock peered around, hands on his hips. "It don't seem like we do!"

"I am your death, insolent child," Voldemort hissed. The arrogance of this brat was unbelievable. His wand flicked, ready to just kill the brat instead of toying with him.

"Voldie." Harry grinned as Voldemort scowled. "I'm not an idiot. I had to take French in Primary."

Voldemort paused, confused, before his eyes widened.

"Your name literally translates to 'Flight of Death'. Forgive me if I'm not terrified."


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